Yesterday, for the first time, I realized my 57 year old fairly zippy self, was having trouble keeping up with my daughter’s 26 year old speedy pace on the streets of New York in the rain.
Alexa expertly hailed cabs and navigated our path on crowded streets between interviews I was doing about I Dare Me; leading me, while I tried to remember that little girl who once tried to keep step with me saying ” I could dood it!”
What I’ve learned from her in the past few years? It’s my turn to take larger leaps now from the baby steps she taught me in 2010 as I ventured into my first blog One Year of Firsts.
Alexa taught me something her generation knows well: You don’t have to be just one thing. You CAN be a reporter AND a blogger AND a teacher AND an author AND a speaker AND a wife AND a mother AND a breast cancer survivor.
Alexa showed me through example as she started her own business, you can, and probably should wear many hats. She worked side jobs in social media while creating her own brand Bad Kids Clothing. In her business, she promotes, prints t-shirts, markets, designs, balances the books and is the head mail clerk for her company.
She taught me that I don’t know everything. The world has changed. I needed to adapt to the new technology and social media that seems naturally wired in her brain.
Sometimes I wish we could do a Spock mind meld. I just want this knowledge to be injected in me. But it’s not that easy. I’m still trying some days to mash it into my reluctant brain cells. A lot more of it is sticking these days with repetition and practice. Yep, I can do new tricks. I just have to work harder at it.
What I’ve learned is, it’s worth the effort.
While doing an interview for BBC radio about I Dare Me, she passed me a note, reminding me to explain, First time experiences create energy, and big or small they can change your life. Actually, what she wrote on the note was more eloquent than that. I wish I could remember her exact words….but sadly, even remembering where I parked the car is starting to be a challenge.
Which brings me back to this idea, I now see my daughter literally and figuratively starting to race ahead of me…and I’m so proud of her…actually, I’m proud of us.